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It's a little warmer today, she noticed pleasantly as she left the warriors den this late morning. The dawn patrols had been assigned, warriors returning from what she hopes were successful hunts. Owlheart wasn't one of them today, she had her own goals in mind to keep her busy though. There is still a mist that blows from her maw as she walks out into the camp clearing, a hawk feather caught between her teeth. She had been fortunate recently, being able to see one passing overhead from the safety of the trunk of a pine tree. She had kept it tucked nicely in her nest with Crowsight, she could swear the amount of feathers within there has doubled since Oddgleam had joined the nursery. It's kept as a reserve, when things are so sparse it's always nice to welcome her mate with a gift and she's fairly certain Crowsight was of the same opinion.
Today it was for someone different, she thinks of a cream coated tom. One who had squished a pile of snow and called it a freak, her half brother. It's strange to think of him as that, the lines blur between him and his niblings given the fact they are the same age. Every interaction tows a line of being too motherly as she tends to do with the rest of her kits cohort, it felt wrong when it was her brother though. To some extent anyways. She had scolded him for something that truly isn't his fault, Slatesnarl had taught him to say this after all. She can't forget how upset he looked, well upset and frustrated. It's funny to see to some extent their mothers pride seems to manifest in different ways throughout all her children.
She wanted to fix that, missing when he actually looked her in the eyes when they spoke. There is guilt upon entering the nursery for anyone other than her kits. Thankfully she didn't have to go far, as it seemed Lambkit was enjoying relative freedom by trying to leave bright and early (for a kit anyways). It was almost comedic, how she bumped into her brother. "Oh! Are you alright Lambkit?" She ducks her head, a motherly concern taking grip as she tries to eye him off for any bumps. Oh- I'm doing it again. Owlheart straightens up upon realizing this, smoothing at the fur of her tail by brushing it against the ground behind her. "I'm not... Interrupting, right?" She would hate to ruin things further by blocking him from actually doing something fun. Ah, she's also doing that again, worrying too much. Something she's heard from Cherryblossom and Edenberry recently, though in different ways.
"I thought you might like this feather" she explains, voice muffled by holding the stem of it. Setting it down by his paws with a kind smile "It's a hawk feather, have you been told about hawks yet?" he seems to enjoy violence, for whatever reason. So she thought something from a prey bird may be too mundane for him.
Today it was for someone different, she thinks of a cream coated tom. One who had squished a pile of snow and called it a freak, her half brother. It's strange to think of him as that, the lines blur between him and his niblings given the fact they are the same age. Every interaction tows a line of being too motherly as she tends to do with the rest of her kits cohort, it felt wrong when it was her brother though. To some extent anyways. She had scolded him for something that truly isn't his fault, Slatesnarl had taught him to say this after all. She can't forget how upset he looked, well upset and frustrated. It's funny to see to some extent their mothers pride seems to manifest in different ways throughout all her children.
She wanted to fix that, missing when he actually looked her in the eyes when they spoke. There is guilt upon entering the nursery for anyone other than her kits. Thankfully she didn't have to go far, as it seemed Lambkit was enjoying relative freedom by trying to leave bright and early (for a kit anyways). It was almost comedic, how she bumped into her brother. "Oh! Are you alright Lambkit?" She ducks her head, a motherly concern taking grip as she tries to eye him off for any bumps. Oh- I'm doing it again. Owlheart straightens up upon realizing this, smoothing at the fur of her tail by brushing it against the ground behind her. "I'm not... Interrupting, right?" She would hate to ruin things further by blocking him from actually doing something fun. Ah, she's also doing that again, worrying too much. Something she's heard from Cherryblossom and Edenberry recently, though in different ways.
"I thought you might like this feather" she explains, voice muffled by holding the stem of it. Setting it down by his paws with a kind smile "It's a hawk feather, have you been told about hawks yet?" he seems to enjoy violence, for whatever reason. So she thought something from a prey bird may be too mundane for him.
OPEN UP YOUR HEART
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LIKE THE GATES OF HELL
- ooc. @LAMBKIT
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She / her ||Warrior of SkyClan || 21 moons
❥ An orange tabby with low white and an owls feather tucked in her tail.
❥ Mates with Oddgleam and Crowsight | Mother to Pearlkit, Cuckookit, Morningkit, Brightkit and Ravenkit.
❥ Mentoring Hollypaw
❥ "Speech", thoughts, attacking
❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}